Hi. you're probably wondering what happened to the nromal format of this. This is an alternate universe that will be crossing over with the original soon. my name is Dollthea Morgan Von Helena Vixen but most people call me Dolly. I have shoulder length midnight hair and beautiful chocolate brown eyes that girls often get lost in. i have three peircings along my nose and they're all really hot. Yes, you rI obably figured it out already but I am a lesbian. Some may even call me lesbian Jesus at times but that's because I look just like a female Jesus to most people (I'm really pretty). I am about 5'1" so I'm very short but most people are to intimidated by my muscles to mess with me cause I'm super super buff. I like to wear baggy clothes tho so people arent too attracted to me constantly because that was a really big problem in middle school. Anyways this is my story. The story of how I became the police sheriff of a small town called Brooklyn. so it all started when I woke up in a room...
I open my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room. I see a giant screen with a welcoming message but I turn my head to the door as I hear it crack open. A man with white hair steps out.
"Hi I'm micheal", he says with a friendly smile. I smile back and he motions for me to join him in another room. I take a seat across from him and he takes a seat on one of those swirly chairs.
"Hi dolly" he says. I gasp a little. How does he know my name? Almost like he's reading my mind he adds "I know it's a little shocking but I know everyone's name here. Especially yours. You're special, dolly."
my eyes widen. What does he mean?
"you're in the bad place I'm afraid. their was a mix up at HQ but don't worry I have Janet on her way to fix it. You see, you died way before your time and we need to get you back to earth." He tells me. I'm stunned. I'm special?
How could any of this be true, I wonder to myself. I'm just a normal girl...
"How did I die?" I ask.
"You were" he starts but I can see where his eyes are. I'm used to it so it doesn't bother me when people look at my blossoming bosom. He clears his throat and starts again "you were hit by a car on the streets of brooklyn. the police think it's an accident but we have reason to believe it was planned."
I understand what he doesn't say. When I'm sent back up to earth I need to solve my own murder.
"But I'm dead there" I say "won't it be weird if I investigate my own murder?"
"Yes but we thought of that already " he hands me a folder "this is your new information."
I take the folder and read it. It says: Emma Swan, age 28. Orphan turned bail bonds man. The savior of Storybrooke.
"Woah" I gasp to myself. Im the savior? What's storybrooke?
"I know this is all a little confusing but I believe in you, dol- I mean Emma. you can do it."
The next day I wake up and find myself in a strange room again. I hear a phone buzz and I know what happened. I'm back on earth.
I jump out of bed and look at myself in the mirror. I have breast length golden curls that could rival the sun, piercingly beautiful green eyes, and a body crafted by god. I smirk and head to brush my teeth and go out.
Once I'm done getting ready I glance at my phone. One missed call from "Regina". I frown. Who's that?
I don't pay much attention to that tho and I hop into the car outside my appartment. It's a yellow bug and it has a built in gps so I put in the directions to the Boston precinct and drive. It's a long ride so I turn on some tunes like Taylor Swift's "shake it off" or Katy Perry's "roar". I sing along to the songs beautifully and get a few admiring stares from people in other cars.
